Every time I hear the term "haunted," I get a little irritated, knowing that ghosts don't exist. It seems that I've been overlooking the other uses of the term but I was reminded last night.
I was watching a movie last night with my husband. We hadn't been out much recently and he knew of a drive-in theater; I'd never been to one. In the middle of the movie, there was an image of a dead woman. The camera zoomed in on her face, white and eyes wide. That was enough for me. I had to turn from the screen and asked hubby if we could leave. Anyway, he was falling asleep - as usual - so he wasn't exactly disheartened to go.
That image, though, was enough to get my heart racing and my blood pumping. That one image of a dead woman and I keep seeing it in my head even now. All the memories of nightmares since I was little started running through my mind. Growing up, I had so many of them of dead people, I've lost count. I still have bouts of them that last through a week or two. Just nightmares. Just dead people.
I just got over one of those bouts. This is about the third week since my last nightmare. That was the last after two weeks solid of nightmares with dead people.
So, with that image in the movie causing such disarray in my heart and mind, I realize that I am haunted in a way. (well, I figured that demons following me around counts as being haunted, but I think my point comes across. Well, I hope.)
It was just a strange realization that I felt worth sharing and also, maybe a sign that now is a good time to ask for some help in prayer. So, anyone out there, if you could, please whisper a few words. Thank you all and God bless you.